@deiscension said: Do you have any headcanons on how He Xuan would eventually disperse? Does it happen all at once, or is it a gradual dissipation over hours/days/years? Would he have any particular feelings when it happens- hope, bitterness, relief, nothing at all? Would he think of his family when it happens? What would finally sever his tether to the mortal coil?
He Xuan doesn't know why he didn't disperse after his revenge was completed. Once the red haze of it all finally cleared away, he was left surprised and confused. For as long as He Xuan's been a ghost, that's all he thought his purpose was. That was always the beating heart of his objective, the reason he endured the test to become a Ghost King rather than just remain as a Supreme, everything to get the power and strength to destroy the one who ruined his life - but more than that, to ruin the lives of all those who had known him. The innocent bystanders turned victims.
Obviously because he shows up again at the final fight and afterwards, he still remains against all odds. But ultimately - I think if He Xuan does disperse, it will be by his own hand. I think he'd ultimately destroy his own ashes if left to his own devices sooner or later. Because he has no real purpose anymore. He Xuan was never someone who wanted power just for powers sake. He doesn't flaunt around - even Ling Wen who has eyes and ears everywhere knows very little about Black Water. He's elusive to all but Hua Cheng and maybe Yin Yu, and I like to think, the original Ming Yi. But by the end, what does he have?
The cruelest thing about He Xuan's fate is he continues to suffer as a ghost. Even DEATH hasn't let He Xuan escape his misery. He died in a horrible way, but as a ghost, Hua Cheng mentions that there's times where He Xuan can't sate his hunger no matter how much he eats, and there's times where He Xuan won't eat anything at all. I have a headcanon that talks about this more in depth, but both of those extremes are painful in different ways. Either way, he suffers. He's endured it for the sake of revenge, but why should he after?
Maybe he starts to dissipate a little bit, especially if he goes to hibernate in the abyss within his territory after the ending of the book. But He Xuan doesn't want to rot away. He almost did that in life, and instead died bleeding out in a muddy alley. A slow death is terrible. I think he'd rather just destroy his own ashes and get it over with. I think he'd approach it with a very business like, resigned attitude. Maybe there's some relief in there because finally his suffering would be over. But overall he'd feel nothing really at all. No time to linger or reminisce if he's doing it himself, he just has to do it in one swoop and let that be that.
Now, of course, there's the potential of it being stopped in the case where he has a close relationship (of platonic or romantic kind) with Hua Cheng. In which case, I think he'd be angry. Angry and sad and lost because he doesn't have a point and why does he have to still suffer? Angry at the injustice of it all, that fate can be so cruel. But this is where I propose that, perhaps, He Xuan could FIND a purpose after his revenge. I think it's a much harder outcome truthfully, for He Xuan to continue rather than to destroy himself. But it is a thought I've had here and there over the years I've written him.
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Anonymous said: About [Hisoka] - For Chrollo.
( SEND “About [NAME]” FOR MY MUSE’S THOUGHT ON THE CHARACTER, OR ADD “ [SUBJECT] “ FOR SPECIFIC COMMENTARY )
[ABOUT: Hisoka] “ He is a well-kept rapier with a poisoned blade. A good choice against an enemy, yet if one is not cautious of the blade, the wielder could be poisoned just as the opponent could be. The blade is particularly good for direct stabs over shallow slices, though a skilled enough wielder can make slices with it. There’s also the hand protection it offers, much in the way he never shows his full hand, be it in skills or knowledge he poses. He also protects himself by not revealing much of his past. “ [DIALOGUE PAUSE] “Ah. That was a bit of an extended analogy was it not? It is amusing seeing his efforts to get close. He’s persistent. I know better than to trust him, but only a fool would not acknowledge his skills. He’s true to himself. I suppose that does make me mildly curious at times...”
[DIALOGUE CHANGE AFTER HEAVEN’S ARENA]
[ABOUT: Hisoka] “ I told him he wouldn’t win. Still, I am quite impressed. I didn’t lie when I told him I used the most abilities against him, although that was mostly calculated. I cannot imagine he’s particularly happy in the afterlife, but I do hope he enjoyed his long awaited fight. “
[DIALOGUE CHANGE ON THE BLACK WHALE]
[ABOUT: Hisoka] “ I WILL kill him again and ensure he does not escape from Death a second time. So vile it seems even the afterlife has rejected him. I detest how he has managed to evoke an apocalyptic rage in me. I loathe every minute of his continual existence and will be quite satisfied when I put an end to it again. He is like rot spreading over the infrastructure, but it will be confined. He wanted my attention, now he has it. “
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@kisumshi said: ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ dorahan ofc
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Hanma hadn't been able to stop the defensive sounding what? from leaving his lips when he saw Draken staring at him. Not that Hanma cared about being stared at. He didn't, and certainly not by Draken. But people didn't look at Hanma like that. It's hard for Hanma to name exactly what that look was despite the fact he knows that he knows the word for it. He knows how Draken looks at him for some things, and the hair down like he wears now usually provokes a few, but it's not any of the regular looks he's used to getting. It's disarming and he doesn't quite know what to do about it.
" No- I mean yes. Wait." It's not often that reaper stumbles over his words even when drunk let alone when he's completely sober. " Shut up. " He gets out defensively before Draken can laugh at him. " You are allowed. " He grumbles, finally getting his point out clearly with that remark.
Like he cares. The realization of what that look was like comes to Hanma when he turns his gaze away to avoided Draken's stare. He's happy to look at the frost covered trees or warm glow of the street lights - basically anything else while the realization settles like led. Draken had looked at him like he cared and that had rattled Hanma. People don't care about him. He's either useful, an enemy, or a fun time. It isn't about caring beyond a useful pawn. The closest to a caring look he might get are the times he offers painkillers for a hangover or shit like that.
He doesn't get caring looks unprompted. Certainly not while Hanma was just walking beside Draken after a night out and had done nothing in particular to earn that look that Draken was content or cared. Gold eyes flick to Draken from the corner of his eye and then away. It's....not the first time he supposes. He still remembers Draken had tried to offer him a hug to comfort and how he'd recoiled like someone was trying to muzzle him. Draken's softness is almost as visible as the man himself when he's not in a brawl. Hanma's only comes out behind closed doors and often in the dark or early morning hours where reality and sleep blended together and became hard to distinguish. Otherwise it came in smaller gestures that Hanma had no idea if they were understood or not - cooking despite his dislike, actually bothering to answer texts, lowering his guard somewhere that wasn't his own space.
It really isn't something Hanma has ever put much thought towards before. Now he does and he isn't quite sure what to do with it. What the hell does Draken even think about this? Whatever they're doing? Hanma? He's never asked. He doesn't plan to either. But there's an oddly unpleasant sensation at the thought that - well, he's not quite sure himself what the thought is or why it's there. That he's hot and cold towards Draken? Something like that, when it's not really true. Life has already severed one of the few bonds Hanma did have.
Hanma's feet slow, and he watches Draken stride ahead a few steps before realizing something is wrong and come closer. It makes one step easier for Hanma. His hands lift to catch Draken's face before he bends down a fraction to press a kiss to his lips. It's not the first time - he's kissed him at isolated spots, or in the heat of the club. But there's no teeth that show his hunger or violence. No force that demands an equal response, no seeking or provoking or urging. Just warmth where their lips meet, soft in the way Hanma usually gives before sleep settles in. This time though its in the full hours of the evening while people brush past, paying little mind to the two of them figures on the side of the sidewalk. It's slower and unhurried, seeking nothing. He pulls back after a few moments with a small grin, hands still remaining on his cheeks.
" What, am i not allowed to kiss you now? " Hanma asks playfully, mimicking Draken's question despite the fact his voice has dropped in tone to something closer to his actual voice. His hands fall away from Draken and he offers up no explanation. ( He's not sure he'd have one even if asked. ) " So, are we wandering or did you have a destination in mind? " Hanma asks, as if he hadn't done anything out of character just now.
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The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk
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